”Her mouth descended back down to my chest and she sucked my nipples while she undid my belt and pants.“Now the unveiling,” she chuckled as she ...pulled my pants down my legs. Now I lay there clad only in my underwear. She moved back up and began to pull down my underwear. The garment slid over my twitching cock and when Miss Miller saw it she let out a slow gasp.“Do you like my penis?”“Yes I do. It’s VERY nice and it’s not a penis. It’s a cock or a dick. When you talk with your doctor it’s a. . we can sit on this." Oh, I don't wanna ruin your jacket," I said, but he insisted."It's okay." He spread it out to make a little blanket sorta, big enough for the two of us anyway. "It's real leather, it won't get hurt or nothing." It'll get dirty though." I giggled and he was reaching for my hand and my pink painted fingers. They matched my toes."Nah, just a little wet." Matt took my hand and I liked how his was soft and warm. "Come on, sit down." Okay," I breathed, sitting down carefully. We have chemicals that stop us from sweating. It goes on and on.Oh my ... there I am off on another rant. What I meant to say was that, for Sally and me, and for the boys and Uncle Bob, and even for Daddy and Aunt Prudence, we let nature take its course back then. We resisted it a little, but then gave in. Some people would call us hedonists, or perverts - we humans seem to have lots of names for people who break “our” rules.But, in fact, we were simply human, and let our human-ness, creep out. I’d worked hard and never found a “perfect partner”, although the blond I said goodbye to was pretty good in and out of bed.I’d also inherited my grandparents’ house at the edge of a small farming community in eastern Oklahoma. I was tired of the city so I thought I’d try the bucolic life. I’d visited there as a youngster and my father had spoken fondly of a girl he knew at a nearby farm, confiding to me that she had taught him “about women”. Her name was Freyda and she’d come to the states as.